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Tony S.

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  1. By the middle of the fourth week, Nick had developed a dangerous amount of confidence in his ability to survive school. It was not genuine confidence. Genuine confidence probably involved walking into classrooms without checking who was already inside, speaking without reviewing every sentence beforehand, and accepting compliments without assuming they had been issued by mistake. Nick’s version was more modest. He had stopped pausing outside Algebra Two before entering. He could n
  2. I'm pinning this story as a feel good story where you can just keep reading and enjoying it. I hope it lives up to expectaions.
  3. Stik around and we'' see how this pans out. This story is the longest I've ever written and there will be more to each character!
  4. That's sure something to think about.
  5. That's a good theory. 🤞
  6. Thank you for loving this story!
  7. I'm pretty sure he does but we'll see... 🤫
  8. Thank you!
  9. We will find out soon!
  10. He sure seems flirty. Something is afoot here.
  11. Nick may not want to give himself hope. Denial is key. 😝
  12. Tony S.

    Back

    I woke before dawn. For a brief, disorienting moment I couldn't remember where I was. The unfamiliar ceiling above me, the quiet hum of the air conditioner, the faint glow of the motel sign filtering through the gap in the curtains—it all felt strangely distant, like waking from someone else's dream. Then I felt the warmth beside me. Memory returned all at once. Pennsylvania. Randy. Last night. I turned my head. He was still asleep, lying on his side with
  13. “That was Luke’s house, wasn’t it?” Nick turned toward Kit so quickly that the seat belt tightened across his chest. For one helpless second, he considered pretending he had not heard the question. The music coming through the speakers was low, however, and Kit had spoken clearly enough that asking him to repeat himself would only make Nick look suspicious. More suspicious, anyway. He was already sitting in Kit O’Connell’s passenger seat after being collected from outside another footb
  14. Tony S.

    Randy

    The rest of the weekend passed more quietly than the one before. Nothing between Ken and me felt awkward. If anything... We seemed to appreciate the ordinary moments even more now that neither of us had anything left to hide. On Saturday morning, we drove to the diner again because neither of us could think of a reason not to. Ken still reached across the table to steal bacon from my plate, and I still swatted his hand away a second too late. We argued over football that afte
  15. Tony S.

    What People Saw

    Thank you. Soon the truth will be revealed.
  16. Tony S.

    What People Saw

    Making our Nick confused. 😝
  17. Tony S.

    What People Saw

    Thank you Joseph. Appreciate you.
  18. Tony S.

    What People Saw

    Cannot blame them. Nick is charming. 😆
  19. Tony S.

    What People Saw

    Those are interesting questions. I guess most of them are closeted with people like Jack around.
  20. Tony S.

    What People Saw

    So we have Team Kit and Team Luke now. 😂
  21. Tony S.

    What People Saw

    Thank you. Buckle up and stick around!
  22. Tony S.

    What People Saw

    That's a good theory. Soon we will find out.
  23. Tony S.

    What People Saw

    By the middle of the second week, the school day had begun to settle into a rhythm Nick could almost trust. He arrived each morning with Leah, Will, and Tobey, though Will occasionally disappeared toward the music room before the first bell. They separated at the staircase, met again at lunch, and traded complaints about homework while walking home together. Mr. Daley continued wearing ties decorated with mathematical symbols. Mrs. Greene had already assigned a novel none of them had finish
  24. Tony S.

    Ken

    The rest of the weekend slipped by faster than I wanted it to. Saturday morning found us back at our favorite diner, sitting in the same faded red booth we'd claimed since high school. Ken still stole food off my plate whenever he thought I wasn't looking, and I still caught him every single time. We argued over pancakes, basketball, and whether he'd finally gotten better at driving while Mom and Dad watched the two of us with expressions that seemed to settle somewhere between amusement an
  25. Tony S.

    Home

    The barracks woke long before sunrise. For a few disoriented seconds I lay staring at the ceiling, my body already halfway through the routine it had repeated for the past seven months. I reached automatically toward the foot of the bunk for my boots before remembering there wasn't a patrol waiting outside. No briefing. No convoy. No dusty road disappearing beyond the wire. Only silence. It took me a moment to realize how strange that felt. Around me, the squad bay slowly cam
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